old motto of neither Carib nor Creole, is not true, for a Barbadian is probably the most genuine Creole of the West Indies; yet in spite of that, there are many peculiarities in this island which go a great way in justifying the appellation of Little England.

People will differ in their estimates of the degree of comfort enjoyed by the adult slaves, but Mr. Buxton himself could not doubt the happiness of the children. In the changeable climate of Britain, where infants must be wrapped up in frocks and mantles and caps and shoes, we have no notion of the vigorous precocity of life which is so common in the West Indies; there the punchy little Indian Bacchus stands up like a man, in twelve months, and, instead of the unmindful vacancy of our babies, stares at you with the good impudent assurance which Raffael puts into the eyes of his Child. They dance together in rings amidst their fathers and mothers who may be working in the farm court, and throw trash at each other, as Eton boys do chesnuts or snowballs. One naked urchin ran full butt behind me, thrust his curly pate through my legs, and looked up in my face with irresistible impertinence. I believe I should have licked the scoundrel if he had pushed me into the pond, which he was near doing. Jerryjorimbo, a particular ally of mine, must needs climb up my back in order to pat my cheeks, and as to not shaking hands with every soul of them all, it would have been such

a piece of tyranny as would have destroyed my sleep. Accordingly there was a satisfactory contagion of fingers between me and some dozens of His Majesty's subjects and Mr. Jordan's slaves. The nursery is a capital sight. It is a large open room with the floor covered with wooden trays, and in each tray a naked niggerling. There they are, from the atom born to-day, up to eight or nine months of age, from the small black pudding up to a respectable sucking pig. Such screaming, mewling, and grinning! The venerable nurse sits placidly in the middle, and administers pap to the young gentlemen when they seem to squall from hunger. They stuff children and turkies in the same way by placing the victim on its back in their lap, inserting a lump of the food in the mouth, and then seeing it well down with the thumb and fore finger. The negro women will do this to excess, and there is no convincing them of the evil consequences, though it is notorious that this inordinate repletion is a common cause of death amongst the young in the colonies.

In Barbados the slaves have no provision grounds properly so called; these form a part of the estate, and they labor upon them as on the rest of the plantation. But they have all gardens of their own which they may cultivate as they please, and a dressed meal is always provided for them in the middle of the day, which is exclusive of their daily allowance from

the store of the master. That they have time to cultivate their patches of land is clear from the fact that they always are cultivated; either yams, Indian corn, plantains, or even canes, are to be seen growing round every hut. The hut is a cottage thatched with palmbranches and divided into two rooms; one is the chamber of the parents, the other the common hall, with a table, chairs, and a broad bench with back to it for the children to sleep on at night. Some huts are larger and smarter than this. Jack something or other, the driver on the Society's estate, has two large four post beds, looking glasses and framed pictures. Jack is a goodnatured fellow, offered me some wine, and hath begotten twelve children or more.

I resided a month or five weeks in Barbados in great comfort, except that I caught a fever, and was laid up in ordinary for a fortnight thereupon, but bleeding and spunging put off the evil day, and I was well enough to go to Lady Warde's last ball; an instance of prudence which I do not recommend for general imitation. The Bishop was kind enough to take me with him on his visitation of the northern part of his diocese, and we set sail in the Eden again on Tuesday evening the 17th of May.

MARTINIQUE*.

DIAMOND ROCK-CAPTRIN MORRIS-ST. PIERRE-FRENCH AND ENGLISH COLONISTS-COLORED WOMEN.

Ar noon of the 19th we made the Diamond† Rock again, and sailed close under it about four in the afternoon as we were drinking our wine and eating pineapples. This memorable crag is shaped like a ninepin with the point a little broken at the summit. There is a good passage of a furlong in length between it and the shore, and anchorage within five yards of its sides. All the world knows, or ought to know, that surprising feat of hoisting up a thirty-two pounder from the top-sail yard-arm of a manof-war in the last war, and of mounting it on this perilous fortress; and how Captain Morris

* Called by the Caribs, Madanira.

Between Case du Pilote and a bottom called Cul de Sac des Salines,' says Davies in 1666, 'there is a rock, running about half a league into the sea, which is called the Diamond from its figure, and is a retreat for an infinite number of birds, and among others, woodquists, which breed in it. It is hard getting up to it, yet some visit it, as they pass by, when the young ones are fit to eat.' Did Davies, or the French authors, sup pose the Diamond to be a promontory?

drove the French mad by his indefatigable attentions to their trading craft. They swore by the gods of Martinique to carbonado the sacre Anglais' with his popgun, but the bête held his own like a good fellow and true as he was, and the fleet fired at him as they might have done at the mound at Woolwich. In fact it was impossible to storm the apex of a fircone with twenty bold men upon it, and so they turned the siege into a blockade and proceeded to starve the sacre Anglais.' Now the Captain, like the rest of his countrymen, could bear any thing better than short commons; indeed, with corn beef and a glass of grog, I should like to know what he would not bear? He held out as long as the beef and the rum lived, no relief appeared, a man must eat, and certainly one gallant English sailor, not to say a dozen of them, is worth all the fortresses and rocks and diamonds in the world. So Captain Morris surrendered His Majesty's thirty-two pounder to a fifty gun frigate, and lived to drive the Danes more mad from Anholt than he had done the French from the Diamond. A hole is still visible where they used to sleep, and a stump of the flag-staff still stands to remind an Englishman of his duty, and the Gaul of his confusion.

We passed slowly by the mouth of Fort Royal Harbour, as the sun was setting in gold and lilac, and the creeping wind just swelled the sky-sails and royals into a graceful curve.